Chapter 928: Deep in the Mist and Rain (Part 3)

Wayne Hospital, located in the southern part of Gotham, is a top private hospital funded by the Wayne family. It enjoys a high reputation on the East Coast. The only reason for many wealthy people from other places to come to Gotham is to see a doctor here.

But Bruce Wayne himself rarely comes to this hospital. Even when he was active as Batman, including when he rescued those children before, he went to Gotham Central Hospital instead of here.

Because the honorary dean of this hospital is still called Thomas Wayne, this is a hospital invested and established by the Wayne couple during their lifetime.

But today, it has become extra busy here. One stretcher after another was carried into the operating room. The smell of blood filled the corridor. What made people feel more confused and frightened was that there were constant wailing and screaming in the operating room.

The window in the corridor was blown open by the wind, and a cold wind penetrated the door of the operating room. In the operating room, the beds and lamps used for surgery were overturned on the ground. Bruce pinched the neck of a patient covered in blood with one hand until he gradually fainted due to suffocation.

Bruce retracted his hand, stood up, exhaled, and looked at the nurses who were cowering in the corner. He said, "Is Dr. Brand here? Where are the other psychiatric doctors and nurses? Ask them to come over and prepare sedatives."

At this time, the door of the operating room was pushed open, and the head nurse of the psychiatric department rushed in directly, ignoring the messy props on the floor. She waved her hand very skillfully and said, "Put on the straitjacket and prepare to tranquilize!"

Several male nurses walked up and held the patient down. Put on the straitjacket, tie the stretcher, and then carry them out. Watching their backs as they left, Bruce narrowed his eyes. He turned his head and said to the nurses: "Don't tell anyone about today's situation. All other patients will be transferred to the critical care ward first, and no surgery will be performed for the time being..."

"But...but..." A nurse stood up and said: "Many people are seriously injured and have been bleeding. If the bleeding is not stopped immediately..."

Bruce sighed and said: "Is it possible to operate without contacting them?"

Several nurses looked at each other and said: "I'm afraid it's difficult. If they keep struggling like this, they can't be sutured."

"Then send them to the psychiatric department first, and then treat them after taking tranquilizers." Bruce said as he stepped over the debris on the messy operating room floor and walked out.

What he didn't notice was that among the nurses huddled together behind him, a young baby-faced female nurse covered her arm. Blood flowed out between her fingers. There was a scar on her arm, which looked like she had just been scratched.

In the corridor, he met another doctor, who asked, "Is Dr. Brand here? Have you called Professor Schiller? Dao."

The doctor nodded and said, "Dr. Brand has arrived in the consultation room. Professor Schiller's housekeeper said that he can't be contacted for the time being. If there is any news, I will call you as soon as possible."

Bruce nodded and walked quickly towards the consultation room. As soon as he entered, he saw Brand and several other psychiatrists frowning at the case. Bruce heard him say:

"This is very abnormal. This is not a normal state of excitement. The drug we used for the previous patient has reached the maximum dose, but It's the body's data, still abnormal..."

One of the doctors suggested: "Could it be a stress response to pain? Their limbs and trunks have different degrees of injuries. Some mental illnesses will have a more acute reaction to pain..."

"But many people have lost too much blood, and they can still jump more than one meter. Is this really normal?" A younger doctor questioned, saying, "This is beyond the range of stress response. This level of pain. It is impossible for them to completely lose their minds. Don't they know that such crazy exercise may kill them? Knife. "

"Could it be a nervous convulsion? Special manifestations?" An elderly doctor touched his chin and said, "Have you checked the symptoms of epilepsy?"

"No, I think it's definitely not epilepsy. I received a similar case last month..."

Bruce stepped forward and asked, "Gentlemen, are there any results? The patient just sent to the operating room has gone crazy again..."

"Got crazy again? This is the fourth one, right? ! Even if it is the excitement of schizophrenia you mentioned, it is not contagious, right? Or is there a family relationship between them that we don't know about?"

"I said it is unlikely to be schizophrenia, dissociative identity disorder? ... No, it can't be like this Multiple people got sick at the same time..."

Brand looked at the analysis report without saying a word, as if he had thought of something. Bruce was about to step forward to ask when he heard another noisy voice in the corridor:

"God! Stop her! Nina! Nina! Where are you going? ... Damn, she scratched me! It hurts."

"Nina, are you crazy? Come back quickly! There is a window there! If you fall down, you will be smashed into a pulp!!!"

Bruce immediately walked quickly to the door. As soon as he pushed the door open, a medical cart for storage hit the opposite wall with a "bang". Bruce's hand immediately pressed on the batarang at his waist.

He looked at the end of the corridor and saw a figure in a nurse's uniform running upstairs. Bruce immediately chased after her, and behind him, Brand also chased after her.

"Stop her!" Brand shouted, "This matter is not that simple! It's not a simple mental illness! Don't let her hurt anyone again!"

Bruce ran upstairs quickly, asking as he ran, "What's going on? Why did they all go crazy all of a sudden?! Knife."

"There's something wrong with the wound!" Brand's speed was not slower than Bruce's at all. He said, "People who are scratched will go crazy... Stop her quickly!!!"

Bruce looked up while running. At this angle, he could just see the nurse's shoes flashing above his head.

Bruce frowned and sped up because he found that the young female nurse was still wearing high heels) At the same time, her skirt was not suitable for exercise at all, but this crazy nurse ran faster than him, which was extremely abnormal.

Finding that he might not be able to catch up, Bruce threw two bat darts directly. There was a scream from upstairs, and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground was heard. Bruce and Brand took two steps at a time and came to the top floor of the hospital.

The bat dart hit the female nurse's calf, but the female nurse who fell to the ground climbed up instantly, as if she didn't feel any pain at all. She "banged" the door of the rooftop and rushed out.

Bruce and Brand followed closely. The female nurse turned around, her nurse cap fell off, her long hair covered her hideous face, and she kept making short breaths in her throat. Bruce held the bat dart in his hand, turned his head slightly, and asked: "Are you sure this is not a mental illness?"

"Of course I'm sure!" Brand threw the analysis report in his hand aside, and then said: "No matter what you can do now, beat her with your best strength. Believe me, this is for her good!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Bruce rolled to the side to avoid the attack. The eyes under the female nurse's long black hair turned into a crazy and chaotic gray.

The gray color made Bruce stunned for a moment, but the next second, the claws scratched his ear, and just when it was about to touch his shoulder, there was a muffled "bang" sound, and the nurse was knocked out.

Bruce stepped back and turned his head. He saw that there was a charred mark behind the nurse lying on the ground. The scattered sparks, which had not yet been completely extinguished, fell from her back to the ground and disappeared in the puddle.

Bruce turned his head instantly and looked at Brand. Brand retracted his hand and said, "I said, this is a new type of firearm. Will you believe it?"

6 Magician? !' Knife Bruce narrowed his eyes and looked at Brand. Brand turned his head away and said, "You should have known that there would be no ordinary people who dared to come to Gotham to hide from their enemies."

Bruce knew that now was not the time to ask questions. He wanted to walk back to the building, but when he approached the edge of the building, he saw the scene in the window of another building.

Several nurses screamed and threw stools at a patient, who kept rushing towards them. A few seconds later, one of the nurses had a scar on her back.

She lay on the ground screaming, gasping for breath, and her face turned pale. At this time, Bruce looked up at the sky, and his arm felt the wet coolness. It was raining again in Gotham.

"I said, this is not a mental illness, and there is no mental illness in the world that can be infected in this way." Brand walked over, turned over the female nurse he knocked down, pointed at her arm, and said to Bruce: "See this wound? If you have a little medical knowledge, you should know that normal surface wounds should not be in this state now..."

"What is going on? What is this... virus?" Bruce immediately thought of a possibility, but Brand shook his head and said: "I suspect that this may be a curse, a curse that makes people crazy, bloodthirsty, and fearless of pain."

Just when he said this, with a "bang", the other half of the door on the rooftop was also knocked open, and two figures rushed towards Bruce and Brand.

Bruce dodged flexibly, and Brand waved his hand, and a ray of light appeared a few meters away, and his figure flashed there.

Bruce carefully observed the two figures rushing over again. They were a man and a woman. The man was wearing a white coat and looked like a doctor in the hospital. He was injured in his calf, but it did not affect his movements at all.

The male doctor didn't have long hair, so Bruce could see his eyes more clearly, and his eyes were also gray.

Bruce paused, but the attack that followed left him no time to think. Three bat darts were thrown, and the male doctor was beaten back a few steps, but the extra wounds did not make him retreat, but made him even crazier.

Bruce was not wearing a bat suit, and he felt that his current suit could not withstand their bites, so he turned to Brand and said, "I want to call for fire support, cover me!"

After that, he stepped back two steps, pressed his belt, reloaded the bat dart, and planned to face the male doctor again.

But the rain in Gotham was getting heavier, and the rain and fog blurred his vision, making his opponent more crazy and agile. Bruce was not unable to cope with such attacks, but he had to make sure that he would not be scratched, so it was a little difficult to resist.

"Bang!!!"

Suddenly, the male doctor in front of him paused, and then slowly fell down. What appeared in Bruce's vision was first a dark umbrella handle, and behind the umbrella handle was Schiller's face.

Brand, who was dealing with another female nurse next to him, shouted loudly: "Is this your fire support?!"

"I'm afraid this is your fire support." Bruce put away the bat dart and looked at Schiller.

But Schiller turned his head and looked downstairs at the hospital. At this time, the dark clouds over Gotham became thicker again, and the last sunlight disappeared in the shadows.

Thick fog surged between the streets, and the swaying strange shadows looked like swaying figures, and also like terrifying things staggering from the depths of the fog and rain.